During their stay with us, Carrie's parents developed a hankering for fish and chips. Not wanting to waste time and effort assembling the troops to make the arduous trek downtown for the ever-touristy Ivars, and following up on a personal recommend made by a friend, we opted to go with a local place, Emerald City Fish and chips. My father- and sister-in law flew.
I wasn't impressed at all. I got Catfish and my wife got Halibut. Both portions were less than a quarter-inch thick, the breading was soggy, and the fillets themselves were dry and rubbery. The chips were limp and tasteless. The tartar sauce, which had the right amount of tanginess, was the best thing about the entire affair
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